Elvis One Shots/Imagines

Such a Night - Elvis (NSFW)

A/N : request by @dezi_redrigu , dialogue is pretty perfect cause I copied but some of the movements might be a bit off

"I don't know why you can't just let the lawyers take care of it," you said as you ran your fingers through your hair in front of the mirror. You genuinely didn't understand why he couldn't have the lawyers tell the Colonel that this relationship was over. Even if he had some fatal injury, Elvis did not have to do it face to face. He really didn't owe the Colonel anything.

Elvis was brushing his teeth, speaking through it to answer you, "I have to see him in Vegas. He's in the hospital, it's the right thing to do."

You tried to not roll your eyes at this. Colonel Tom Parker would do just about anything to keep Elvis, and you weren't entirely convinced that this heart attack or back pains or whatever it was was genuine. But you couldn't tell Elvis that, he wouldn't believe you. Despite his desire to go his separate ways, he did care for the man more than you would ever understand. So you just said simply, "yeah well.."

"He's frail right now," Elvis insisted. He always seemed frail to you.

You went to move past him from the bathroom, "You know what he's like baby."

As you went past, Elvis smacked your ass and gave you a cheeky grin. You pointed a finger saying, "hey! Watch it."

He smiled to himself as you continued.

"You know what he's like. The second you're near him and you'll be under ten feet of snow before you know what's happened," you went to the bed, adjusting the sheets.

Elvis spat in the sink before saying definitively, "my minds made up. Business is business. He and I are done. But I owe it to him to his face."

You sighed, pulling the covers over your legs, "well just make sure he doesn't clip your wings, honey."

Elvis spat again into the sink, tossing his toothbrush down. "He won't. I am gonna go see him in Vegas. I'm gonna look him in the eyes and I'm gonna tell him..."

Elvis went over to the bed as he spoke, climbing over your body and looking at you with a mischievous smile. He was handsome today, then again he was always handsome. His black hair had fallen over his forehead and his blue eyes held a glint of intrigue in them, like he was planning a surprise. But by the way his hands wrapped around you, you figured you could guess exactly what type of surprise this would be.

"Watch my hair," you said softly and he obliged, continuing with his earlier words.

"I'm gonna tell him." His nose tickled your neck as he got close to you. His breath was minty and warm, and you tried to not giggle.

"Mmhmm," you replied, a little doubtful but hiding it in playfulness.

Elvis mimicked you with a deep and sultry, "mmhmm. It's over, baby."

Elvis went to click the light off, covering the room in darkness. The moon peaked through the curtains and bathed the room in light blues. You quickly found his face and kissed him, feeling his earnest mouth open at your lips. His lips were one of his best features. Plump and perfectly shaped, they knew how to kiss and sing in a way no other man could. You could get addicted to his kisses alone.

Elvis's hands immediately went to travel your body, playing with the pink lingerie you had on. He loved when you wore lingerie and he made a sound of appreciation when the straps slipped off your shoulders easily. You didn't waste much time to shuck it off your body, now completely naked under him and you went to take off his robe.

The two of you were bare to each other, but you didn't let that rush you. You made a small moaning sound when he slipped his tongue inside your mouth and your hands traveled up his abdomen to hold onto his shoulders. He dropped his head to your neck, peppering hot open mouth kisses along your skin. The feeling was addicting and you found yourself getting wet at his actions.

Elvis noticed and dropped his hand down to your sex, fingers diving between your folds to find you wet. When they found your clit, you shuddered slightly. His tongue was warm as his teeth nipped along your collarbone timed with his ministrations.

"Fuck.." you murmured, moaning.

"Say my name, baby."

"Elvis.." you rolled your hips to meet his fingers, and went to keep his head near your neck.

"Louder," he sped up, licking the length of your neck then nipping at the spot between your neck and collarbone while he fingers brushed your clit.

"Elvis!"

He smiled against your skin and you now wanted more. You moved the position so you were on top, Elvis splayed out on the bed as you climbed to lay on his lap. His hard cock was against your thigh, dripping with precum and you went to touch it. Elvis shuddered under your touch. You gripped it softly, running a few experimental strokes up and down before gently dragging your thumb over the tip. His reactions were interesting and you wanted to know what he would look like coming completely undone by your hands. Or your mouth.

Before you could, Elvis's hand came to rest on your own, and you could see that it was physically paining him to ask you to stop.

"I want to be inside of you," he said, his voice deep and hoarse, "Please."

You wanted it too, so you placed a knee on either side of his hips and angled yourself until his cock prodded at your entrance. It was a little difficult to first get yourself situated but once you were fully settled, you moved a little experimentally. Elvis's hands came to clutch your hips, aiding in the process. The feeling of fullness was a little uncomfortable, but you knew once you got truly moving that it would be a delirious sort of pleasure. It always was with Elvis. You leaned forward, placing a hand on his abdomen. His muscles tensed beneath your touch. And slowly, you began to move.

Almost immediately, Elvis moaned at the feeling. His fingers gripped your hips so tightly you worried about bruises, but the sight of his face screwed up in pleasure was too delightful an image to stop it. You didn't mind the idea of Elvis's hands on you, the impression of his passion left on your skin. The thought seemed to turn you on even more. You began to pick up your pace, grinding your hips forward for your clit to rub against him.

"Fuck baby!" Elvis moaned. He wasn't one for cursing but once he was inside of you he couldn't stop, he continued mumble how good you felt and how good you were under his breath.

As it became faster and you both were eager for more, you leaned back and put your arms on Elvis's thighs behind you to keep you steady. He snuck a hand down to rub on your clit and it was like the electricity surged in both of you. You began to ride him like a true cowgirl chasing her pleasure and winding up her man. Moans were ripped from your chest that you couldn't stop and it felt so so fucking good. Your eyes rolled back as you felt that high come on quickly.

"Good baby..." Elvis spoke in a delirious and deep voice. "You're so beautiful baby, keep going."

You felt that warmth crawl through you, the same as it did earlier.

"Elvis!" You screamed, feeling the high take over your body. The speckled stars of your high flooded your vision, overtaking all of your sense as you became like jelly to the touch. Elvis followed after you in a series of low curses, and after he spent you climbed off of him.

You quickly went to the restroom to clean up, and when you came back you found Elvis lying on the bed with a lazy grin on his face. He pulled you in with him, hugging you closely to his chest. He kissed your forehead.

"I love you so much, baby."

"I love you," you replied happily.

"Mmhmm," his response was deep and clouded with exhaustion, and it didn't take long for the two of you to fall into a deep sleep in each other's arms.